Unlike previous times, there was no slow build-up. The friction, the tight embrace, the constant movement—it was all intensely stimulating. Ye Li couldn't help but let out a sigh, his hand pressing above her urethra. As expected, Niu Shurui pleaded with him to stop.

Regretfully, he withdrew his hand, leaning down to grind against her.

Niu Shurui's back was pressed against the bottom of the tub, the discarded showerhead spraying a steady stream of water.

A thin layer of water constantly coated the tub's surface, slightly easing Niu Shurui's discomfort, but also amplifying the sounds of their movements.

The constant splashing kept Niu Shurui tense and apprehensive in this vulnerable position.

Gripped by desire, Ye Li lost control, his movements becoming frantic. Niu Shurui was jostled against the tub, the friction of skin against porcelain adding to the cacophony.

She reached for him, her nails digging into his back, desperate to shift.

He threaded his fingers through her hair, cradling her head, silencing her cries with his mouth.

Niu Shurui's passage was tight, each thrust met with resistance. The stark contrast between his rigid length and the yielding flesh, the way it stretched to accommodate him, drove him wild.

That resistance mirrored Niu Shurui's personality: initially resistant, then clinging, begging him not to leave.

This push and pull both captivated and frustrated him.

He could die here, inside her.

While her head was protected, her back was not. Her spine repeatedly slammed against the tub, the skin reddening.

His pace quickened, his thrusts deepened, each withdrawal leaving only the tip inside before he plunged back in.

Her shoulder blades, unable to find relief, bore the brunt of the impact, bringing tears to her eyes.

Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, she wrapped her arms around him, her hands clasped behind his back, finding a momentary reprieve.

Ye Li was surprised. Aside from the time she was ill, she'd never embraced him like this. The realization sent a wave of heat through him, intensifying his arousal.

The heat spread through Niu Shurui, tightening her embrace, her legs wrapping around his waist.

He thrust deep, hitting her cervix, using the rebound to pull back before slamming in again.

The rapid-fire movements became too much; he slipped out.

Still lost in the throes of passion, he continued thrusting, hitting against her vulva with enough force to leave indentations in the soft flesh.

Free from the confines of her body, his movements were erratic, even brushing against her stomach and the crease between her thighs, leaving her skin flushed.

Finally, Niu Shurui whimpered in pain, snapping him back to reality.

Her embrace was too tight for him to see, so he guided himself with his hand, but her entrance had clamped shut.

He shifted her, coaxing her to lean against the side of the tub. As she released him, a pang of regret shot through him. This was the first time she'd held him like that; he wasn't sure she'd do it again.

Leaning against the side of the tub offered little relief; the single point of contact was even more painful.

Noticing this, Ye Li paused. "Bring a pillow," he called out.

Niu Shurui stiffened, realizing the door wasn't fully closed. She could see movement outside. Had they heard everything?

A pillow was placed inside, gently, despite Ye Li's instruction to throw it.

He retrieved it, adding, "Leave once you've cleaned up."

Niu Shurui froze at the sound of multiple voices outside.

Not one, but many.

When he turned back, she was curled into a ball. He positioned the pillow behind her, but she refused to lean back, clinging to herself. Her entrance remained swollen, aching for him. He reached for her legs, intending to pull her back, to fill her again.

She struggled, but he was stronger. "Ye Li!" she cried.